“Give me time,” he said; “give me time. I will see her—I know nothing of her yet.”
“Oh! he wants more evidence,” cried Gomer, ringing the bell with smartness. “He shall have it.”
A servant entered, and ushered in a lady.
“Mrs. Riversdale!” cried Nathan Gomer, loudly.
All knew that Mr. Grahame’s daughter, Helen, stood before them.
It was not difficult to guess that Nathan had made careful arrangements before he came that day, with a view to accomplish certain desired results.
Mrs. Hugh Riversdale was received with quiet but respectful attention. The unhappy circumstances connected with her family were known to all, were commiserated, and had created sincere sympathy in the breasts of all present.
Nathan Gomer did not permit their thoughts to dwell upon what had passed, but at once, in a courteous manner, addressed her.
“You very kindly volunteered to testify to the worth of Miss Lotte Clinton,” he said, “when and wherever I might request you to do so?”
“Or I could have the opportunity of doing so,” interposed Helen, emphatically.